I've been feeling guilty because I haven't attended any protests. I haven't felt comfortable going because of the virus. Well, yesterday, around 5:30 I was sitting on my couch when I started hearing chanting. I looked out my window and saw a march turning the corner onto our street. I grabbed my mask and raced down in time for the speeches. There was this amazing moment when a black man came out from his building and thanked the crowd.
Sunday, June 7, 2020
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